Roman (Cold Fury Hockey #7)(33)
“Lexi?” I hear from my left, and my body tenses even at the same time a tingle of excitement runs through me.
I turn my head and see my father walking toward me down the hall, a surprised but very pleased look on his face. Walking beside him is Gray, and while she too looks surprised, I also see a tinge of suspicion on her face to find me here in the family area of the arena.
Since dinner at her house that night, I had not seen either one of them, as Gray was traveling with the team and Brian had been busy. The difference is that Brian kept in frequent contact with me by phone, calling me each day to check in or texting me. Gray had been incommunicado, except for the day after dinner when I had sent her a text—Brian had given me her cell phone number—and told her how much I had enjoyed our time together. She responded quickly that she had enjoyed it too and that we should plan on getting together again. This had heartened me and I wrote back immediately to ask when, and I heard nothing further.
I tried not to let that hurt me, reasoning that Gray was still a little gun-shy around me, and that I had nothing but time to try to develop something with her. Besides that, I was bolstered by Brian’s attention and figured it would all work out in the end.
“Hey,” I say with a smile as I turn to them.
“What are you doing here?” Brian asks in delight as he reaches me, immediately wrapping me up in a quick hug.
So this is a little awkward, but I put a brave face on, square my shoulders, and say, “I was invited by Roman.”
“Roman?” Gray asks in disbelief.
“Yes,” I say as I turn to face her, my chin tilted a little higher. “We’re, um…sort of seeing each other.”
“Since when?” she asks.
“Since last night,” I say with a level stare at her. “I mentioned to you at dinner on Saturday I had a date planned.”
“You had a date during the ice storm?” she challenges, and for the life of me I can’t figure out why she’s clearly bent out of shape about this.
“Yes, we did,” I tell her without elaborating on the fact I spent the night at his house. Something tells me she would not even bother to try to understand the circumstances.
“Well, I’m just glad you get to see your first game,” Brian says enthusiastically, either completely oblivious to the tension Gray just created or choosing to divert us from it. “But you have to come sit in the owner’s box with us.”
I expect Gray to lodge an objection to this, as she was clearly against any type of participation within the family business before the DNA results came in, but she surprises me when she looks at me with a moment of calculation and says, “Yes…that would be a great idea.”
Brian looks more than pleased with Gray’s agreement and says, “Splendid. Maybe we can all go out for a drink with each other, but I’ll leave Gray to make the arrangements. I’m going to step into the locker room just a moment to wish the team good luck.”
And with that, Brian gives me a quick squeeze to my shoulder and moves down the hallway and away from us.
Turning to Gray, I tell her, “I appreciate the offer to sit in the box, but I can’t do drinks. I have plans with Roman after.”
Gray studies me a moment, her green eyes appraising me thoroughly. Finally, she takes my arm and leads me a few feet away from the doorway of the family lounge. When she releases me, she leans in to me and says, “Lexi…I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to get mixed up with Roman Sykora.”
“Why not?” I ask, my head tilted to the side, although my stomach starts to tighten over the flat tone of her words.
“Well, he’s a troublemaker,” she says bluntly. “He’s got a bad reputation and you don’t want to get mixed up with someone like him.”
The disdain in her voice for Roman is heavy and it surprises me. I know he has a reputation, and hell, it’s part of the reason I’m attracted to him. But I just assumed that no matter what Roman has done in the past, he’d still have full support from the management. He is, after all, a phenomenal first-line player and a tremendous asset to the team. But the dislike she has for him goes beyond mere frustration over his antics. It’s a clear dislike of him as a person.
I clear my throat and ask her, “I’m curious, Gray. Are you warning me off as a sister or as the general manager of this team?”
“What’s the difference?” she asks, leaning back from me in surprise.
“Well, the first means you have concern for me as a family member, and the second means it’s just business,” I explain to her. “I’m trying to figure out your motive when deciding what to do with your suggestion.”
Gray blinks at me in surprise and her face actually flushes red. She steps toward me and says softly, “As the general manager, it’s none of my business who my players date. Their personal life isn’t my concern as long as it doesn’t embarrass this team. And yes…Roman has done some things that have not necessarily been reflective of this organization’s core values. But again, whom he chooses to share his personal time with is not my business. I’m telling you this as someone who likes you—”
“You like me?” I blurt out in surprise.
Gray’s face softens. “Yes, Lexi, I like you. I’m obviously still a little guarded, but I think we’re off to a good start. So my warning about Roman comes from the perspective of someone who believes that very soon she’ll be given the proof you are my sister.”